Page 117 of Hawk
Chapter 37
Hawk
When I received a textfrom Jacob earlier saying Lucian was at the gate of the compound, causing a ruckus, I knew I needed to handle it. I told him to keep Hailey away from the problem and to not let anyone contact Stella until I had it handled. He advised Gunner was with him, but that did little to calm my anger.
I hated lying to Stella, but she’d been so happy over the last few weeks, I didn’t want her asshole brother disrupting her peace. Getting dressed as fast as I could, I kissed her goodbye and practically ran out the door.
Falcon jumped to his feet when he saw me, ready to go to war. I paused long enough to explain, “You’re aware of the situation with her brother?” I asked without using names. He nodded, so I continued, “He’s causing problems at the compound. I need for you to keep an eye on things here until I get back.”
“I’ve got them covered,” he replied, and I jogged to my bike, cranked it, and pulled away before it had a chance to warm up.
The entire drive to the compound, I ran different scenarios through my head, not knowing what to expect. When I got close to the gate, I saw a car blocking most of the driveway, but when I pulled up next to it, it was empty. A prospect was manning the gate and kept looking into the compound before turning back to the road.
When he saw me, he ran into the guard shack and pressed the button, allowing me to zip around the empty car. Racing my bike into the parking lot, I quickly turned it off and kicked the stand down before running into the clubhouse.
“Where the fuck is she?” I heard Lucian yell as I entered through the open bay doors.
He turned when he heard my boots approaching, and the murderous look on his face pissed me off. He had no right to be mad at anyone here, and as I got closer, he broke free from the brothers who had him held back from Gunner and tried to charge me. I’d been looking forward to this moment for years, so when he got close enough for me to touch him, I did exactly that.
He and I began to throw punches and kicks, some landing and others being deflected as the Death Hounds tried to break us apart. I didn’t know who pulled me off him, but it allowed him to get a cheap shot in on me, and I saw red.
“Let me go, goddamn it,” I yelled at whoever was holding me by the arms.
“Let him go, so I can kick his ass again,” Lucian taunted as he was restrained by Claw and Basher.
“You wish, motherfucker,” I taunted and tried to twist my arms out of the vise-like grip I was held in.
“That’s enough,” Gunner yelled over the raucous noise, and the group of men began to settle. “If I let you two go, are you gonna try and kill each other again?”
“Fuck, yes,” I yelled.
Lucian returned, “Unhand me, asshole.”
Gunner stepped between us, and his head swiveled back and forth between us as he screamed, “The first one who lays a hand on the other is gonna spend the night in the hospital. Am I fucking clear?”
I knew he was telling the truth, and the last thing I wanted was to spend a night away from Stella, probably getting stitches and X-rays for broken bones. If the club was instructed to stop us, they would, even with me, so I forced myself to calm down.
Lucian, seeing me lose some of my fight, settled, and finally, Gunner instructed the brothers to release us. “Let them go.”
I snatched my arm away and turned to see Skid and Jackal had been holding me back from stomping Lucian into a puddle. Nodding to them, I knew they were on my side, but Gunner was the President and his word was ironclad.
Lucian was released with a shove, and he turned to glare at Claw and Basher before whipping his head back to look at me. The anger was evident on his face as he spit blood on the floor. Gunner, still in the middle, shook his head as he moved from between us.
“We’re going to sit down and have a drink. The first asshole who pisses me off is getting popped in the jaw. So, don’t fucking test me.” The tone of his voice left no room for discussion, so I nodded my understanding to him.
He turned to Lucian, who finally nodded. Sighing heavily, Gunner instructed the brothers, “Stay close. I don’t trust either of them right now.”
He turned and walked to a large round table we used for poker and took a seat. I followed behind him and could hear Lucian mumbling under his breath as he did the same. He wasn’t used to being told what to do, but he needed to learn that, on the compound, Gunner was in charge.
